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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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141522
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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141500
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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141533
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The idea of an infinite textual universe occurs in many places in the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The contexts and permutations of language, which others had held to be perhaps infinite (allowing themselves to use such an imprecise term), that…
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141588
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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14151817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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141542
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Years ago, I was involved in a freakish tragedy so startling and heartbreaking that it made the front page of not only my local newspaper, but “People” and “The National Enquirer.” I'm not going to tell you anything about it. This means that…
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141500
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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141511
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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141554
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14151010
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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1415135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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141555
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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141553
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The mother, a pony-tailed beauty, thinks she looks fat in her
new blue-checked pedal pushers and white blouse tied
under her full breasts— in the latest style.
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141565
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I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
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141421
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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141454
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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141441
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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141411
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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141454
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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141432
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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1414107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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141487
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141410
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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141486
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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It is easy to look out on the Bowery and say, "There are the bums." Encountering one, however, even one who asks to "bum a quarter" or tells you he's "on the bum" the word "bum" slips away in one's mind...
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